Page 12 of With You

I raise my brow. “Better?”

Nodding, he returns to his position in the doorway, his expression almost challenging me.

Wordlessly accepting it, my hands land on his chest, his muscles under my palms, my thumbs grazing his nipples.

Julian’s breath hitches, and I revel in his reaction.

Lowering my head, I kiss the length of his collarbone and up his jaw before gently pushing him past the threshold. When his backside hits the cabinet, I turn him around so we’re both staring at our reflections in the mirror.

Our gazes meet as I press my hard length against his naked ass, the heat from earlier reigniting. Julian tips his head back with a groan, and my hand rounds his hip and circles his thick erection.

The skin is hot and tight around his shaft, the tip of his cock glistening and peeking out. I move my hand up and down as I pepper his shoulders with open-mouthed kisses, my eyes never leaving our reflection.

“Did you think you were the only one who could tease?” I say against his skin. “Look at us in the mirror, baby.”

Lowering his head, I feel the deep inhale, his back to my front, as his eyes take us in. With my mouth resting on his shoulder, our eyes boring into one another, I drag my free hand up his torso and rest it possessively around his neck.

I guide my tongue over his fluttering pulse as my hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking him painfully slow. He tries to piston his hips, and I know his body well enough to know he wants more. Wants my hand to grip him tighter, my hand to jerk him faster.

“Not so fast,” I tell him. “I want you to feel the absolute torture it’s been all night to keep my hands off of you.”

My movements purposefully still on his cock, and I squeeze it while my mouth kisses up and down the nape of his neck. Absolutely enthralled by the idea of edging him, my mind conjures up all the downright filthy ways I can.

It’s a struggle to take my eyes off of us, the vision of my hands on him making it impossible to look away. The emotions between us are palpable, the sexual tension amplifying everything to unimaginable heights. I know he wants to crawl beneath my skin as much as I want to crawl beneath his. We’re already impossibly close—skin to skin—and yet somehow it feels like we’re still too far apart.

“What do you want me to do to you?” I ask, still kissing him.

“Anything and everything.” He raises his arm and hooks it around my neck. “Just need to feel you.”

My mouth continues to assault his skin, my gaze watching him melt for me. He’s lost in my touch, and every part of me swells with pride at the effect I have on him.

Releasing my grip on his shaft, I bring my hand between us, spreading his cheeks and pressing my hard cock firmly into his crease.

“Fuck,” Julian says, his breath labored. “More.”

“Bend,” I order, placing my hand between his shoulders and pushing him down. Stepping back, I give us both a little bit of room, just enough to allow his body to fold over the bathroom sink. It’s spacious enough, but it’s surely uncomfortable, and yet he eagerly does what I say; his ass desperate for more.

Reaching for the liquid soap, with one hand, I pump a small amount into my palm. Hissing at the cool temperature on my skin, I rub it up and down my cock before sliding it back between Julian’s ass.

I move my hips back and forth, slipping my cock between his cheeks, up and down against his taint, loving the easy, slick glide. Gripping my cock, I line up the tip with his hole and then add the smallest amount of pressure, just enough to make him moan.

Pulling away, I trace his rim with the tip, smearing my pre-cum into his skin. It takes every ounce of control I have not to push inside him and fuck him into oblivion. Hooking an arm around his waist, I bring him back up, flush against me, my cock still nestled between his crease. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I stroke him, my hips moving in tandem with my hands.

“Deacon,” he pleads.

“What do you want?” I ask again, almost taunting him. “Do you want my lips around you? Your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat?”

Julian’s body shudders as an unintelligible whimper echoes around us. “Or do you want my tongue at your hole?”

Heat dances along my spine as my balls tighten at my own words. The plan was to torture him, but we’re both very much suffering.

“I’m gonna come,” he says in a rush. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Don’t even think about it.” I drag my hand down to his sac and squeeze it almost painfully. “Not until I’m deep inside you, baby, and you’re milking my cock with this beautiful ass of yours.”

“Deacon,” he cries out, my name both a plea and a demand. “Please.”

“Please, what?” I say gently, my hips slowing down, my hand on his cock, now at a standstill. “Stop?”

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